"The Black Prison Heart-Eroding Needle is extremely vicious, specifically breaking protective Gangqi and magic treasures. Using this divine needle, it is unknown how many cultivators the Little Prison Emperor has sneakily attacked. I heard that a while ago, he even ambushed a Primal Immortal, killed the opponent, and thoroughly refined him to replenish himself."
"Now his cultivation has reached the Primal Immortal realm, and he is at the peak of it, awakening the Prison Emperor's Primordial Spirit within his body. The Black Prison Heart-Eroding Needle should be even more formidable, but it completely cannot break that Feng Yuan's protective Gangqi."
"Exactly who is this Feng Yuan? So fierce? It seems he matches the Little Prison Emperor evenly. No wonder the Little Axe Emperor Xuan Yuan Po took it entirely upon himself to bear the matter of the Xu family backing out of the marriage in order to loop him in."
"Let's see how the battle between the two goes. The Little Prison Emperor's methods are not limited to these."
"That's right, the Little Prison Emperor's Daoist techniques are sinister and ruthless. Rumor has it that the Prison Emperor was as brutal as the Ferocious Emperor, perhaps even worse."
Seeing Fang Han and the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu start fighting, many Saint Sons immediately scattered, discussing among themselves, waiting to see what the methods of the two actually were.
Some other leader Saint Sons of the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Sect showed cold sneers upon seeing this scene. They wanted to see how Fang Han would be killed.
Seeing that the Black Prison Heart-Eroding Needle surprisingly could not pierce the protective Gangqi on Fang Han's body, the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu could not help but shudder all over, a cruel smile becoming even more apparent on his face. Suddenly, his form moved, and his whole body inexplicably disappeared, leaving the space in front of him completely empty without the slightest trace of aura.
"Buzz…"
In the next moment, Han Yu appeared behind Fang Han's head, turning into a pitch-black evil hook that descended straight down towards his head.
He actually transformed his body into a weapon, using himself to slash, clearing obstacles, and attacking the enemy. The power of this pitch-black evil hook was far above that of peerless immortal artifacts, and its sharpness was even more terrifying. With a slight vibration, Fang Han's protective Gangqi seemed to be sliced open like grease.
"Myriad Prison Weapon Dao!"
Everyone was startled when they saw Han Yu's method.
"To think that the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu finally cultivated the supreme sacred method of the weapon dao, the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao. Supreme and invincible, transforming the body into a weapon, sweeping away all obstacles, enough to destroy all visible and invisible existences. Rumor has it that this Myriad Law Weapon Dao was passed down by an ancient Heavenly Monarch. Cultivating it to the highest level allows one to directly devour all weapons and evolve various forms."
"Myriad Prison Weapon Dao!" The Little Axe Emperor Xuan Yuan Po's expression changed; he deeply knew the formidable aspects of this Daoist technique.
"With this killer move of the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao unleashed, it is enough to slay indestructible spiritual light. This Feng Yuan is going to suffer a huge loss." Several leader Saint Sons of the Xuan Yuan Family and the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Sect nodded secretly, simultaneously calculating how they should scheme if they encountered the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao themselves.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations.
Fang Han turned around, his palm moved, and with a flick of his finger, Clang!
His finger flicked right onto the "evil hook."
Being flicked by that finger, the black qi on the "evil hook" surged wildly, emitting a whining sound, tumbling backwards continuously for a distance of over a thousand zhang before coming to a halt, reforming into the shape of the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu in mid-air.
The Little Prison Emperor Han Yu was pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at Fang Han, an emotion of disbelief deeply manifested in his pupils, but in the next moment, that disbelief turned into hatred and vengeance: "Brat, you have enraged me. Next, you truly only have the path of death. Not just you, all the Saint Sons of the Yuhua Sect here will be killed by me. Just accept your fate."
With a sway of his body, waves of "Weapon Dao" aura emanated from him. This weapon dao flickered, sometimes full of trickery, sometimes upright and honorable, sometimes free and elegant.
Instantly, the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu's body transformed into a long sword, soaring across the sky to strike. The blade vibrated like a mighty army, "One stroke of the sword slashes a million troops!"
Swish! This sword was like the impact of the art of war, unstoppable. A torrent emerged.
Fang Han still stood motionless, reaching out his palm with fingernails like dragon claws, throwing out several streams of dragon-shaped True Qi. Each stream was only about a foot long and had no particular imposing manner, but every stream of dragon-shaped True Qi that struck that long sword shocked the sword to the point of sending out bursts of sparks.
"This Feng Yuan is actually this formidable? Capable of resisting the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao?"
"What Daoist technique is this? It looks like a divine ability of the Dragon Race? Could it be the Myriad Things Transformation Dragon Art? Oh right, I remember, the expert of the Yuhua Sect, Feng Yuan, refined a supreme treasure of the Dragon Race, the Eight部 Pagoda."
"What? The Eight部 Pagoda, this magic treasure? A secret art of the Dragon Race? This magic treasure is completely impossible to refine successfully. Rumor has it that among the law enforcement disciples of the Heavenly Court's Divine Prison, someone named Tu Gang succeeded in refining it, but Tu Gang was killed by Wu Chang."
"Even if he refined the Eight部 Pagoda, it would be very difficult to resist the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao. Look, Han Yu is enraged!"
Seeing this battle, everyone began to look at Fang Han with renewed respect.
At this time, the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu's Daoist techniques began their true fury. With a transformation, the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao was actually unleashed with full force. The long sword shifted, turning into a massive Sky-Piercing Painted Halberd, striking from mid-air. After a collision with Fang Han, it changed into a Sky-Splitting Giant Axe, a giant hammer, a giant fork, a saber, a spear, a long lance…
Countless weapons within his transformations; every strike contained the profound mysteries of the weapon dao, like an ancient Weapon House Great Sage commanding an army.
Fang Han did not execute any Daoist techniques; he simply stood in place, repeatedly flicking his fingers. Streams of dragon-shaped True Qi erupted forth, roaming in the air, and every stream of True Qi could accurately knock Han Yu's weapons astray.
"A stalemate, huh." Xuan Yuan Xiu of the Xuan Yuan Family looked towards the Little Axe Emperor Xuan Yuan Po: "No wonder you went to such lengths to protect the people of the Yuhua Sect. It turns out this Feng Yuan has such strength, actually able to stand on equal footing with the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu."
"Equal footing?" The Little Axe Emperor Xuan Yuan Po gave a wry smile and said nothing. He knew that Fang Han was treating this as a game with the Little Prison Emperor, not having exerted even ten percent of his strength.
In the air, the Little Prison Emperor pushed the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao to the extreme. A surge of True Qi vigorously burst forth, seeming to draw in the Primordial Spirits of countless ancient Weapon Dao Great Sages from the void. The sky was filled with the shadows of the weapons he had transformed into.
"Your Myriad Things Transformation Dragon Art is useless. It completely cannot melt away my Myriad Prison Weapon Dao! I will crush you to death alive!" The voice of the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu was everywhere, with weapon dao killing intent manifesting across every corner.
"Is that so?" Fang Han let out a leisurely voice. No matter how fierce the weapons in the sky were, he could dissolve them with his dragon-shaped True Qi.
"I am just playing with you. Do you still not understand by now? Your Myriad Prison Weapon Dao, I am now completely familiar with it and have deduced it. Scrapping with you for such a long time just now was just to deduce the profound mysteries of this Daoist technique of yours. Do you really still think my strength stops at this?"
Fang Han had just deduced the profound mysteries of the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao, tracing back to the Primordial Spirits of the ancient Weapon House Great Sages, and in an instant, he thoroughly saw through the secret of 'Weapon'.
This word 'Weapon' encompassed all things, fully capable of congealing into a new chapter of civilization.
In the Book of the Epoch, a chapter on the history of the Weapon Dao civilization was cohering into form.
Another new civilization had been added.
Just now, if it weren't for brewing the mysteries of the civilization and entering a state of sudden enlightenment, Fang Han would have killed Han Yu long ago. Now, having freed himself from the state of sudden enlightenment, he naturally no longer held back.
Boom!
As he spoke, Fang Han's aura suddenly changed, like a high mountain rising from flat ground, like a giant wave submerging a continent. Billions of streams of dragon-shaped Gangqi shot into the sky from behind him, directly rushing forth, and all those many weapons transformed by the Myriad Prison Weapon Dao completely collapsed. Fang Han struck out a palm across the distance. With a popping sound, all the shadows were completely erased, turning back into a human figure.
Han Yu's entire body was exploding, his clothes blasted to tatters.
Falling to the ground, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession.
"What? Han Yu was actually defeated?"
"How is it possible to fail? Defeated in one move? Just now, that Feng Yuan was truly just playing with him? When he truly unleashes his power, he crushes him in one move?" Everyone turned pale with fright.
"Irreconcilable enemies!" An aura of a devil evaporated from the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu's body, and boundless resentment shot up to the heavens. Being humiliated in front of so many people, he could not endure it. Suddenly risking his life, his entire person leaped into the air again, turning into a pitch-black great sun. Black soft light flickered everywhere on it, erupting with the highest profound meaning of the weapon dao.
Wheel of the Weapon Dao!
With a loud roar, the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu directly crushed down, his aura layering upon layer, crushing all of space to pieces.
Fang Han took a step forward, and a stone map of the hundred thousand great zones of the Heavenly Realm appeared in his palm. Tossing his hand, he slapped it out, directly striking onto the Wheel of the Weapon Dao.
"Ah!"
The Little Prison Emperor Han Yu let out a miserable scream once again, and that Wheel of the Weapon Dao exploded. Black qi permeated everywhere.
"Trying to run?" Fang Han waved his large sleeve, and all the black qi condensed towards the center from all directions. Following that, he took another step forward; the condensed black qi was trampled under the soles of his feet.
The Little Prison Emperor's body manifested again, prostrating on the ground, his head stepped on by one of Fang Han's feet, being ruthlessly trampled. Miserable beyond words, he was humiliated so much he simply wanted to commit suicide.
"What? The Little Prison Emperor was trampled underfoot!"
"Is there something wrong with my eyes? How is it possible? This definitely isn't true! The Little Prison Emperor Han Yu is actually being humiliated like this. This… is a reincarnated Emperor."
"A reincarnated Emperor, with limitless power, but now being directly trampled, all dignity lost. Exactly who is this Feng Yuan? Is this still human? Could he be a true Saint?"
Seeing this scene, everyone retreated in unison, and then their gazes tried their hardest to see clearly. After a full silence of three breaths, everyone basically confirmed it: the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu was defeated by Fang Han in one move, without even the possibility of escape, directly trampled beneath his feet.
"Beast!"
The face of the little Prison Emperor Han Yu was stepped on by Fang Han. His gaze could only see the other's boots, yet he could feel the gazes of a great many people. Boundless humiliation immediately rose from his heart, instantly making him want to go mad: "You actually dare to step on me under your feet! You, I'm going to grind your bones to dust!"
Crack!
Fang Han directly exerted strength, momentarily crushing his head to pieces. The immense pain caused the Little Prison Emperor Han Yu to let out a miserable scream once again.
He struggled fiercely, his head cohering into form once more, his face looking like a devil, his features twisted. His body wriggled like a python, leaping up.
However, a burst of light emanated from Fang Han's foot, suppressing him back down again, continuing to step on him firmly.